Welcome to the deepest corners of my mind! This is my very first fanfic so flames are welcome. Please read and bare with me, I still don't know how this will end so please bare with me! Now without further adieu let my story begin.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything of POTO.
The young ballerina walked to the middle of the stage. She couldn't believe that one year ago this stage was a burning pit that the Phantom performed for the last time on with her friend, Christine. She remembered that night clearly, she was only seventeen years old, even though she looked much younger, and she was a simple dancer, but though she would never admit to anyone, she was hypnotized by the Phantom, and she was the only one who wasn't disgusted with his appearance and was the only girl other than Meg who tried to see the Phantom.
She brushed off the memories as she performed a little routine from Hannibal, until she was interrupted by the voices that pierced through the darkness." Anika, is that you?" said a tiny voice which Anika knew was Meg. Meg and Christine set down their candles and hugged each other with tears running through their eyes. Anika was curious, "Why are you here? Are you alright? Are you married?" Christine answered the questions until two sets of footsteps interrupted their reunion; it was Madame Giry and Raoul. Anika led them down the path familiar to them all which led to the ballet dormitories. They quickly tied their hair and changed into their nightgowns. Meg's blonde hair was in a simple blond bun and Christine's curly brown hair was in a high bun. Anika struggled with her dark auburn hair which wouldn't go into a braid so she settled with a messy bun that flopped everywhere.
Raoul walked in with Madame Giry both giving a sigh of relief, "Raoul, dear, may I stay here I wish to talk to Meg and Anika," Christine said shyly retreating back to the days before she was a leading soprano. "Of course, love, since you are safe, good-bye ladies," Raoul tipped his hat and left with Madame Giry. The girls spent the night reminiscing in their old memories when they would sneak out and taunt Carlotta behind her back. Anika could have sworn she heard Christine's name in a pleading whisper, but she wouldn't let him ruin her reunion with her ballet family.